Winding down the dusty trail from cathedral butte

Walking towards the canyon walls playing anasazi flutes

Eagles flying overhead beneath the desert sky

Makes you think of how they lived many years gone by

Wander here from time to time give my head some space

Leave the noise and confusion vanish without a trace

Salt creek runs through the grass as you hum that canyon tune

Brush against the desert sage just like some sweet perfume

Eight hundred years ago this canyon was their home

Eight hundred years ago walked through the sand

Eight hundred years ago they paint these little hands

Yes this is a timeless place seen them come and go

They packed it up way back when drifted on down the road

The earth the sun the moon the stars meant so much back then

Years go by and though you may try you can't bring them back again